Mysterious

Mysterious
Abel Tasman, New Zealand

February 27, 2011

Insipid Me: Split as can be

The shortest and the longest
The weakest and the strongest
Extremes are pulling me in opposite directions
acceptances and rejections
crawling across my creative cranium 
driving me insanium


Word-wealthy or poetry poverty
Vocabulary sovereignty
Each character SLAMMED on to the screen
I'm insipid and I'm lean
Lacking language is what I mean
Yes:No, I'm in between

Fast machine: limp stringbean
I am what I am
A devil of a man
Angels agree that I am anxiously aware
of my state but I don't care
I write with out a plan
Kapeesh?

Who wants hasheesh
When they have mixed-up me?
Writer's fixed fee
zero cents on the dollar
I'm wearing my dog-collar
can't you see
I'm flat out crazy!

Stretched taught between my extremities
Its amazing I havn't made more enemies
With all the nonsense that I spit
on this mushroom that I sit
with a cup of earl-gray tea
munching on warm crumpetts so daintely


Ahrggg!! This thing between my ears
is causing me tears!
I'm stretched thin
(i grin)
I'm only kidding
(as I keep on sitting)
On my moldy maroon mushroom
(now with a gin)

I'm done
t'was fun
this has made me numb
but now it's time to run

TOODALOO!!

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